Homeland

Previously on Homeland...

Sir, you better look at this.

...the first to report the story

- along with an image... - Oh, Christ.

The photo has been circulating on social media.

- What the fuck is this? - No, no, no, no.

This is bullshit. I just talked to the hospital.

The kid's in recovery. He's fine.

See the story about JJ Elkins dying unattended

in the hospital? What do you know about Yevgeny Gromov?

Well, maybe he's turned his considerable skills

against the United States.

If Brett O'Keefe wasn't responsible for the fake news,

we need to consider the possibility

it originated overseas.

So we're gonna blame the Russians for this, too.

I'm talking about information warfare.

Andy?

Aah! Aah! Stop!

Last week, you brought $50,000 in cash

to Hazelton, West Virginia, yes or no?

That 50 grand was payment to murder General McClendon

in prison, yes or no?

Hey.

I really need to see you. Are you home?

I should be home in about 45 minutes.

- You wanna meet me there? - Yeah, that's great.

Okay, see you soon.

Tell me we got it.

Yeah, but something fucked is happening.

Well, of course it is. Two bugs don't blow on one...

Forget the bugs. It's worse than that.

Watch the tape.

You okay? You sounded upset on the phone.

I'm fine.

Is there any point where she says,

"I got jumped in the dark and we need $100,000?"

No.

- What the fuck? -

He saved our lives.

Yeah.

What was his name?

Carrie, you're not yourself.

But you don't have my condition.

I'm dealing with it. I-I've been dealing with it

since I was 22.

She said no one at work could know. She's bipolar.

The mood of the country, it's not great.

Civil... war.

Madam President, please!

You have to put a stop to this!

It's only getting worse.

Is there no fucking line?

Ridiculous lies and accusations.

The White House is in crisis mode.

We're talking about information warfare.

Our country is under attack.

The time to rise up is now!

I swore an oath to protect it.

Just think of me as a light on the heavens,

a beacon steering you clear of the wrongs.

Franny! Franny!

- Franny, now! - She's coming.

- You have your permission slip? - Yep.

Tell Miss Casey you need another copy of the math packet.

- I told her. - Well, tell her again.

Where's your permission slip?

I have it.

- - Keep your pants on!

- Wow. - He needs to relax.

- Just give me the bag. - Hey, hey, hey, hug.

Mm, mm. Have fun.

- - Oh, Snowflake.

- -

- Anything? - He's out of yogurt.

- Did you get any sleep? - Not much.

Look, I was wondering,

is it possible they know about the surveillance?

- I don't think so. - You sure about that?

They go out on a walk or anything?

Mnh-mnh. And no long talks in the bathroom

with the water running either.

I don't want to go to work.

- She's leaving. - Me neither.

Yeah, you do. Go take your victory lap

with the President. You deserve it.

- See you later. -

Maybe she's too scared to tell him.

Maybe she's afraid that she screwed up, blew his cover.

- David, your car is here! - She doesn't act scared.

- Tell him I'll be right out. - Plus why call him

right after she gets jumped? Why go running

- right into his arms? I... - I don't know.

I mean, does that look like a woman who has to come up

with $100,000 in two days?

- - You're not gonna believe this.

- I just got served. - What?

- It's a subpoena. - You're kidding. For what?

- The Senate Judiciary Committee. -

Un-fucking-believable.

10 AM tomorrow.

What do I do?

Come on. I'll drop you at work.

We'll... we'll call Todd from the car.

He'll know a good lawyer.

David. I'm frightened.

Yeah, well, don't be. It's just Paley

on a fishing expedition. He's got nothing.

- Are you sure? - I am positive.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I promise.

Come on.

- Oh, shit. - Wait, what are you doing?

Calling Dante. He has to know.

Know what? What are you gonna say?

That Simone's behavior is not at all what we expected.

We can't let Paley question her

before we figure out what the hell is going on.

No, I mean, what are you gonna say about how we know

about her behavior?

Carrie, you can't tell him about the surveillance.

Okay, for the sake of argument, why not?

Because he's FBI.

Because we're breaking about ten federal laws

- with those cameras there. - But...

No!

Okay.

What?

We...

We always assumed Simone would run to David Wellington,

and when she did, it confirmed our suspicions.

But what if that was our mistake?

Designing an operation with a predetermined result in mind?

What if it isn't David Wellington at all?

What if her contact is someone else?

And then something happened that blew our collective minds.

October 4, 1957... can anybody tell me what that was?

I'll give you a hint. America's strategic bomber force

was suddenly deemed vulnerable, sitting ducks on the ground.

Anybody?

Sputnik.

That's right. Sputnik.

On that day, the Soviet Union

launched the first satellite into space.

It was barely bigger than a basketball,

but it was visible at night,

sliding across the sky like a twinkling star.

Americans soon learned it had been boosted out

of the Earth's atmosphere by a rocket

that could also deliver a nuclear warhead.

Full blown panic set in.

Edward Teller went on television,

calling it "a defeat greater than Pearl Harbor."

Billions of dollars would have to be spent on defense and fast.

By late 1959, my old outfit, the CIA,

estimated the Soviet ICBM force at 3,000.

Holy shit.

3,000 missiles on their launchpads

aimed right at us.

Turns out we were a little off in our calculations.

Later we found out the actual number was four.

Four missiles, one of them operational, probably.

- - Next week, we'll talk about

the shooting down of a U-2 spy plane over central Russia

and how for the first time in the history

of the United States, millions of Americans

understood their President could lie to them

in the name of National Security.

[door creaks open, indistinct conversations]

Hey, Sandy.

Saul.

Still banging the drum, I see.

No one's gonna understand how we fucked up terrorism

if they don't understand that we fucked up the Cold War.

Buy you a cup of coffee?

If you insist.

[indistinct conversations, bell tolling]

So, you were saying?

About Allison Carr the day you were fired.

Thrown out of the building, you mean.

I did not go quietly, Saul.

- I heard. - You know what she said?

She said, "You're not a team player." A team player.

As if I didn't know the real reason.

She wanted the Russia desk for herself.

She wanted the whole damn division, Saul... your job, too.

You were in love with her, I suppose.

Suppose I was.

Textbook honey trap.

You, of all people, to fall for that.

Meanwhile, she lined us all up in a row so she could

- crawl right over our backs. - I'm sorry.